One may decay, or,Become divineDepending on theWay they walk on.But, a masterpiece,Once created, foreverMasters hearts of millions.While finishingA masterpiece,The artist attainsEnlightenment,But that is very hardTo retain—Whenever lost,The world would see

The artist gloomy.

It's hard to retainValues once gained,Unless we becomeAs tough as a saint.